2:51 PM |
"This much I know is true-
That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you."
-Rascal Flatts; "God Blessed The Broken Road"
...What broken road? Singapore's transportation systems are freakishly efficient.
Also. Um. Led me straight to who? As far as I know, there's nobody I've been led to. Yet. *Led* to in *that* sense.
But hell. I like that song. <3
I had this weird dream in which I discovered that....
[Drumroll goes here.]
...that Audd was Lao Shi's - get this- daughter.
Yes.
I know.
I almost died of shock in my own dream. [Which, come to think of it, would have been incredibly lame. If I had managed to die, I mean.]
So Audd was Lao Shi's daughter; and, for some reason, Audd and I were pottering around on my balcony roof when Lao Shi came in and started looking for Audd.
And apparently she had gotten Audd a baby goat. [Kid. Baby goat. Whatever.]
How unfair. Lao Shi wouldn't even tell me her age...let alone buy me a baby goat.
And yes, I know she only got Audd a baby goat in my dream, but it's still the same concept and I am hurt. *pout*
And then she told Audd that it was time for them to go home and she and Audd got off my balcony roof and Audd was all hyperish and gloatingish because she had gotten a baby goat.
o__O I think I've been drinking one too many tea slushies.
Oh.
I GOT MY LIFE AS WE KNOW IT FIX YESTERDAY!
Andand I still think Sean Faris is hotness encapsulated; although he's a complete and total jerk.
Needless to say, that goes for most
And then at night, I met...[*counts on fingers*] seven new cousins.
We all went down to the basement and the guys started playing pool and table tennis [neither of which is a game in which I actually have any skill], and one cousin-whose-name-I-forgot-but-I-think-might-be-Daniel-or-Jeremy offered to teach me how to play pool, but I declined.
Because, naturally, the whole pool deal reminded me of *insertnamehere*.
Nevertheless, my newfound cousins are NICE PEOPLE. *glee*
And apparently, there are approximately nine others I have yet to meet.
[Thus, the life of Cara- unedited and unabridged.]
Oh, which reminds me.
Why is everyone doubting my [currently] anti-B status?
Golly, people, it isn't as if I've got that much of a reputation or whatever. [If you have a differing opinion, keep your mouth shut on penalty of death. Pleasethanksverymuch.]
I've only had, like, um. Six online weirdodudes?
1. Thaydin [Ew, ew, ewwww. I still remember how Mrs Ng made Av and I stand up in class because Av drew a picture of Thaydin (as a pickle!!!) on my history textbook and I got all flustered and we made too much noise and Mrs Ng got angry.]
2. Darth Ravius [Drama King]
[Juran isn't counted because, technically, he and Tanaquil never really hit it off anyways.
Vash isn't counted either because Ithilfaer isn't Tanaquil. Duh.]
3. Kindan
...Kay, I know I've missed out someone.
OH YES.
Griffin.
Like, obviously.
...But see? All in all, those only add up to four online people. Oh, and Roy. Which makes five. Which is a number even smaller than the predicted figure; and anyway, the first four were all in roleplay. I mean, even Ana and darling Elemm and Seld and Ali have their charries all paired off anyway.
God forbid that my charries should be deprived of that same right.
*cuddles armful of charrie plushies*
Oh, but back to the whole anti-B thing.
Have you guys any idea how demoralizing- *hand to heart*- it is to have people doubt your staunch convictions?
Have you any idea what unfathomable depths of hurt you have inflicted upon my poor, misunderstood soul?
Oh cruel, cruel world.
I am anti-B. I am about as anti-B as I am a Diet Coke fanatic.
[...Yesss. When it comes to the point where I have to swear by Diet Coke- you know it's gotten down and dirty.]
But really. Yesterday, during a *particular* incident I'd refrain from mentioning...I suddenly realized just how much I've grown to dislike the perverse and hormone-charged
a) thoughts
b) words
c) deeds
d) all of the above
...of the B ranks.
Naturally, I have guy friends who are totally rad, too. I mean, c'mon- I hafta give them credit for being so great, and all.
But here, I'm talking about ze others.
Not that, y'know, I'm a hardcore feminist, or anything.
I don't lead rallies and protest that women should never be confined to kitchens. [Well, duh they shouldn't...but whatever. Point taken.]
I don't totally diss the opposite sex and spit in their faces and hurl rocks and stones in their faces and whatever else it is that feminist leaders do.
And I fully do not burn lingerie.
[I've never seen the point of burning lingerie anyway. I mean- yeah, it could be symbolic of the liberation of women, and the alleviation of the rights of the modern women and all...but wouldn't burning lingerie be giving the men more to ogle at?]
But just because I'm not a hardcore kitchen-hating, rally-leading, bra-burning feminist doesn't mean that I'm not entitled to target *certain* offensive members of the opposite gender.
When I come off the whole anti-B thingamajig, then I will fully let you guys know.
But in the meantime, just up and accept it already.
And while Nic may never hate Mathematics [highly unlikely that she'll ever lose interest in it, the dear.]...times, my friends, have changed.
Yes. I regret to inform you that [disclaimer: as of now, and for now] :
Lessons will no longer be entertaining.
Free periods will never again [at least, not as yet] be filled with the raucous chatter induced by tales of Cara And Guy And Co.
Never again will Cara have a reason to turn red at any mention of Dutch Land by pigtailed Female Viking cum Power Woman.
And never, never again will Av be able to tease Cara about the Ten Year Old Blonde Girl.
...May the memories of those good old times rest in peace.